While in Honduras last week with a team from Ferguson Church of the Nazarene, the following story occurred and it needs to be shared!
On Tuesday night, one of the team members, Betty, shared a story book presentation with the girls at PTC about the Holy Spirit. Also attending the devotion time was a Honduran doctor who was visiting the ministry and serving the community as well…

Recently at a prayer meeting in Mexico, we celebrated the Lord’s Supper. As the ‘bread’ came around the person on my left made the comment, “This is the first time I’ve seen tortillas used in place of bread.” This is the story of why we used tortillas.

I was with a group of our mission school students in a small remote village that can only be reached by boat. On the way, we had been regaled with stories of how the locals in this region are prone to take the law into their own hands… and how they don’t take kindly to strangers…

I saw something beautiful happen today. Our family was having a drink in a cafe when a gypsy child came in with an outstretched hand asking for money. We gave her some rubles and then talked with the boys about what had happened. As we left the cafe about thirty minutes later, we met the child again…

I climbed aboard the city bus heading downtown to St Paul for my dental appointment. Soon after I took my seat, I had the feeling that Jesus wanted me to share my faith. I had recently learned how to share my personal testimony in two or three minutes, and then share the gospel message just as briefly, I had even done it a few times, so I had an idea what I could say, but with whom? No one was right next to me so I looked around…